Tiffany Korta

Her friend might disagree based on her at school but she was actually pretty good at dealing with people, she'd been handling mini-disasters for quite a few years before coming to Freedom City. "Please carry on, anything you can remember could be very important." Cathy tried to encourage the man in a soft understanding tone. She was well aware that time was probably limited here, but she could easily catch up with the action when needed, and it could be important if she had to fight the foe.

Blodeuwedd Mysterious Circumstances (1) Dr. Thorne (4 posts) Pop Pop and Stainless Steel (1) And All the Devils Here (1) From Beneath You It Devours: Are You My Mummy? (2) Emerald Spider (3 post) Do it Again (2) Everything Is Illegal Here! (1) Frostbyte (7 posts) Fragile (4) Maybe It's Alchemy (1) Present Arms (1) Thrown Into Confusion (1) Miss Grue (2 post) Creature Feature (1) The Doctor Is OUT (1) Vignette Ms Britannia (4 post) Vanguard: Holding Out For a Hero (1) Well, this is Awkward (3) The Scarab III (3 posts) Set in His Ways (2) Stronghold Blues (1) Triakosia (3 post) Hot of the press (2) Worlds of Freedom: The Great Apescape (1) Revenant (1 post) Elvis Isn't Dead (1) Voin Zhenschina (3 posts) Cinco por Cinco: Yo Ere Tan Cool (1) From Beneath You It Devours: Atlantis Attacks (2) GMing (3 posts (6)) Set in his ways (3) GM points to The Traveller, Ref point to Miss Grue please

Rosa will examine the patient for Earthly issues Medicine: 1d20+10 19 and for anything more occult in nature Knowledge (Arcane Lore): 1d20+18 26

Doctor Thorne took a moment to take in the entire room whilst suppressing a completely inappropriate smile, this was the kind of thing she thrived on having studied very hard to achieve useful knowledge on such things. "The blood is most likely ectoplasmic in nature so completely unsuitable for those who survive on a hemovore diet, same for the sigil I assume. Though it's a subject I'd be interested in discussing at a more opportune moment." she carefully made her way to the poor soul in bound to the bed. "It appears to be a possession of some type but what type in particular?" she mused to herself before asking "Have they show any form of Glossolalia, levitation or other psychokinetic behavior?" Without touching the sleeping form she examined them for any signs of medical harm. Though she'd never gained any form of official certification she'd learned all she could about medicine to better help those in these situations.

Right now I'm falling towards skipping Owen, or just covering it briefly. But I'm also happy to follow alone if others want to do it as well.

Blodeuwedd's Attack Roll: 1d20+12 20, DC 27 Toughness if it hits.

Blodeuwedd took a moment to assess the situation watching the gentle undulations of the serpent as it moved around, most of her training had been to fight humanoid but they'd had covered reptiles even though wyverns were pretty rare and dragons normally the Orders allies. The trick was making sure the bit she struck was the bits the serpent needed badly for it's continued existence. When the opportunity struck she leapt forward to strike, the sword leaving a trail of Eldrich fire in its wake. “It already feels like we've already spent to much time fighting this beasts, let's deal with it with some haste.“

Every Clone has a Daddy... Miss Grue No one would have believed that the Earth was being watched keenly and closely by intelligence's greater than humanity's and yet as mortal as his own. DO YOU HEAR THAT? In an inner chamber deep in the depths of Grue Prime dwelt the newly reformed Meta-Mind, planning its evil schemes. SO THAT'S WHAT YOU HAVE IN MIND, SHOW YOURSELF. In front of the massive brain of the Meta-Mind formed the psychic image of a Grue, but unlike all other Grue here they had a mass of hair piled on their head. They also wore silk pajamas filled with the image of Marvin. "Hello Dad, or is it Step-Dad after all you are new? I am Daphne Celeste of Earth, cause #11172013 is a bit of a mouthful." "YOU KNOW THAT THE META-MIND PERSISTS BETWEEN FORMS, I AM AS I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE META-MIND. WHY ARE YOU HERE DEVIANT ONE? Daphne for a few moments just smiled not at all phased by the massive quivering brain, aware that it must be attempting to dominate her over the distance. "Ah straight to the point I'm here to negotiate about the fate of the Free Grue. And please stop trying to control me, it tickles." The Meta-Mind just chuckled "AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO OFFER ME DEVIANT?" "My genetic structure, we both know that a depowered Grue reverts to his Grueness, but when I do that I retain certain features my hair for one." She gently touched the mess of hair piled on her head. "Just think what you could do with that, you infiltrators could pass almost undetected anywhere they want. And all I ask is that you leave the Free Grue alone for the time being." "AND HOW DO YOU KNOW I WILL KEEP MY WORD ON THIS?" "Kill switch in the code obviously, I am Grue after all!" If a brain could smile and sound proud then the Meta-Mind did when he spoke again. "THEN WE HAVE A DEAL YOU MAY TRANSMIT THE DATA WHEN YOU ARE READY." "Okie Dokie MOther Unit you may start transmitting. And see you later Dad!" Back on Earth Daphne came back to her senses and looked over at one of the most powerful psychics she knew or at least the one that didn't dress as a giant bug. "Was that a wise decision?" she asked having been her support during the entire discussion. "Oh, I might have left a surprise of my own in the genetic code." Daphne gave a little smile "So I got the idea from this show where the lead tricked the baddies to use the opposite factor from the one that they wanted, and it just happens they're going to become a lady as well. So I got some help to encode the descendant's genetics so that there expressed genders is tied into their abilities." "Every Grue has a Dad I just thought it'd be nice if they started having a Mom as well!"

Agnus had lost count of the number of events like this she had attended since she gained her powers, not that this was due to her powers more that it coincided with her turning her life around. Still, if it was a side effect of being a successful businesswoman she was more than happen to occasional put on a posh frock and turn up to free food and drink. Oh and help the Ministry obviously. "I only turn up for follow-up stories these days like how the sad breakup leads to disaster date, not that I'm calling you a disaster date." For tonight's "date", she'd worn another designer dress from a young designer she'd found herself, a wide band of red through the middle with white then blue either side.

As stated long ago Miss Grue shall grow to giant size and stomp down on the werewolf Attack Roll: 1d20+9 29, yay! I'll take the extra damage if I could.

In just a few second Miss Grue had grown to her full height, only around fifteen feet rather than fifty but the movie reference was close enough for her. She looked down at the now tiny looking werewolf and grinned beginning to enjoy her new part in this movie. "Time for the bad puppy to go sleep for a little while the adults talk." She stomped down on the creature with her giant foot, taking great care not to hurt the creature too much, just enough to put the creature out of action for a while.

Klara was more than happy to let Volcanic take the lead, she was very pleased with how the reborn hero had quickly adapted to the 21st Century. Still, a little support would hurt so she stood behind her friend arms crossed looked displeased at the guards. "We would appreciate it if you could tell us what exactly is going on here?" he tone suggested it was more an order than a request. Towering over most people might have some disadvantages sometimes, but here and now it definitely had some advantages.

Set will quite obviously recognize the Scarab stylings, even if he's not aware that someone else had adopted the mantle.

GM Post As Ruth swept around to gently guide Set, and as Set was well aware show him off, her bodyguard gave a little look that showed she agreed and appreciated her comments. She was still professional stoic as she fell in behind them though. "I have some people you must meet. Oh look it seems someone else has turned up to my little party!" With a crack of someone traveling at high speed, another hero came to hover above the party looking out to sea. She was a quite impressive sight in a costume of red and yellow, a pair of vambraces glinting in the Miami sun. The apparently technological hero was definitely aiming to fit in at the party the backpack she was wearing done in an Ancient Egyptian style. "They look familiar but I can't quite place who they are?"

Kamala ignored her aide and continued her pitch the assembled group, which she felt was going well. As much as she enjoyed the little heroing she'd done this was what she wanted to do to build a company that could help the world in its own way. And God willing she'd be able to achieve just that. Though today it seemed God had a different plan, as Nadiya got her attention. "Coast guards are reporting some suspicious shapes in the water moving towards South Beach, that can't be a coincidence. You really should go check it out." Kamala was going to protest, Miami must have had its own heroes and Set was right there on site, but it was her duty to help out where she could. And she couldn't fault her assistants, her friends, enthusiasm. "I think that's a good time to take a break ladies and gentlemen, let's reconvene in an hour." With a well-practiced routine she was in her costume and equipment and in the air within minutes of halting the meeting and in the same amount of time she was over the party and looking out over the sea.

"The one thing I wished that someone had told me back then was to just take the time to enjoy the moment." she shrugged then added "Though I was a brat back then so I hate to think what form that would take. But stay in school and work hard, that what I'm supposed to say right?" she gave another broad grin "Look I want to help, not because I'm mackin' for more time with you dad. If you that good, and I don't doubt it for a second, I will try to put you in contact with people that can help. If you put on the costume or not will always be your choice, and if you want I will support you either way."

Whenever things seemed to be going well thing seemed to go askew in some way, Pyeng luck she called it. The camera was provided all the information she was after and more showing something serious something she couldn't ignore. Her mama raised her to always do her the right thing, but it still made her swear softly in Korean. Quickly sticking the cell to the box, she'd lost count of how many of these things she lost and getting a quick check of her bearing and the best route she swung towards where apparently they were being held. She'd worried out what she'd do when she got there, improvisation was one of her best strength.

"Don't worry about it Fred we all have days when need a little time alone." she paused considering her words before adding "It's just that yours are a little more extreme than others." she kicked her foot a little nervous, more worried about saying something wrong than anything else. "It's just could you let someone know if you need some me time again? Some of us might not act like it, be we all worry about you. Like any good friend would." Figuring that she'd said all that needed to be said she began to slowly back away, after all, there were still others who wanted to check on Fred.

There was a sudden chill that filled the room that suggested that Cathy was on her way, though it was generally she kept it more under control unless she was upset of worried. She bustled in and as quickly as she could and gently guided her girlfriend out of the room and into the corridor. "Remeber those book I showed you, Frankenstein and Jekyll and Hyde? I know you trying to help but that what Fred think we see in her when she loses control" she whispered to Phae once she was sure that Fred wouldn't hear. "Wait here and I'll happily explain later." with a smile she gave Phae and kiss, and as she did Cathy pulled back her chilling then she peeked around the door a little more gingerly. "Sorry about Phae she means well, but from what I understand things are very different from where she comes from." she stepped fully into the room again. "I hope you feeling much better now, we were all worried and missed you today."

Whilst Daisy "Dancia" Devons appeared to be a normal teenager she had in fact been rocketed from a dying world picking up amazing powers through her journey through the void. But that didn't mean that didn't mean she got away with not doing tests. "You know you did well you always do." Daisy smiled at her friends as she carefully counted out the money "I struggle to find time to study, what with my other activities..." she gave a little conspiratorial glance around. "Still I think we both do okay."

The questions you really need to ask is what makes this city any different from London or Paris in terms of the stories you can tell? Both for the bill as you've described them and are tragically underused, and that's from someone who's doesn't really like the fact that everything that happens in the UK more or less happens in London! Though in principles there's nothing wrong with a new city, Superhero comics are full of them after all, I would suggest you start from the ground up by having adventures in the city and build things up from there. Start small and grow things and build a base as you go, rather than just plonking down a city all done and expecting people to just start using it. That said can I draw your attention to the tiny fictional Kingdom of Foix on the France/Spain border that I briefly used for a thread, other fake fictional European States can also be found scattered amoung the book as well!

Generally, Liam and Rosa kept themselves in a relatively harmonious balance and where and when they shifted was an agreed upon decision. But occasionally if one of the got sufficiently riles up they could hijack the body for their own ends, and generally, it was when Rosa thought someone was being an idiot. Now was definitely one of those occasions "How could you be so mind numbingly stupid? The Ancient Egyptian were well renowned for putting all sorts of cursed upon their dead, and you have one that's untouched at that." She turned and started to walk into the hall before turning and glaring at the woman "Well come on let's see if we can stop whatever you hamfistedness you've already caused. And next time get in a proper Occult specialist to make sure these kinds of things are safe!"

As the prisoner told her tale, Miss Grue, gently read her thoughts as they came tumbling to mind, humans had such a jumble of thoughts and feeling that it difficult to tell sometimes what was the truth and what was lies. The nasty gritty mental background psyche of the prisons did help either, but with a little effort, she managed to filter it all out to feel the truth of the matter. She telling the truth as much as she knows Miss Grue calmly told her friends mentally She has no real reasons to lie to us, or reform I'm afraid to say. she sounded a little sad as she added that final bit of information.

That would great AA, you too Olopi if you've got an idea

One person who wasn't attending the party, though she was in Miami and was technically invited, was Kamala Khanufasa. Instead, she was here on business trying to convince a local conservation group to use her new waterproof batteries on their trackers. They would barely be at cost, but the data on their survival in various environments would be useful in improving her suit designs. As she talked away extolling the virtue of her product her aide sat just in sight looking like she was bored and looking at her cell almost constantly. In fact, Nadiya was watching the newsfeeds in case her boss had to quickly leave and do the hero thing as she called it. "Apparently that Set has arrived at the party, maybe you should go after all?" Nadiya whispered at an opportune moment "That's one more good reason not to attend them." Kamala didn't break her smile as she whispered back.